Seven Sundays In A Row

Billy was a fightin’ drinkin’ man

The devil never had a better friend

Mary Johnson was an angel bless her heart

We all cried when she fell for Billy Sparks

She found a man that no one knew was there

All it took was two wings and a prayer

Mary Johnson is a saint heaven knows

She’s proved it seven Sundays in a row

Chorus:

Seven Sundays in a row he’s been in church

A little hard to recognize in his tie and starched white shirt

There’s a battle raging in his troubled soul

God’s won seven Sundays in a row

Sometimes we all stumble and we fall

There’s a little Billy Sparks inside us all

But as long as we believe there’s always hope

More than seven Sundays in a row

Chorus:

Seven Sundays in a row he’s been in church

A little hard to recognize in his tie and starched white shirt

There’s a battle raging in his troubled soul

God’s won seven Sundays in a row

There’s a battle raging in his troubled soul

God’s won seven Sundays in a row